I Was Fine, Thanks For Asking

I write about the stuff most people gloss over — the moments that break you, reshape you, and make for awkward dinner conversation. The things you survive without a roadmap or even the right shoes.

This isn't about chasing a perfect life. It’s about living the real one — the kind where you run a business between orthodontist appointments, eat cold leftovers at 10 p.m., and try to remember the last time you didn’t feel behind.

I grew up in a small town in Maine, which gave me two things: A sharp BS detector and the ability to turn just about anything into a story. Now I live just outside Atlanta, raising three kids and two dogs with my husband, running a brand storytelling agency, and collecting material from real life — porch stories, unexpected detours, and the occasional spectacular failure.